A friend wrote me last night. She’s in Germany, and just visited a museum at a concentration camp. She spoke about apathy, and how this visit reminded her again why she should care. Another friend told the husband about two murders that have gone largely unreported by national media. Horrific murders. The kind that makes you cry out, “Oh God, where are you?” The kind that provoke anger, and in some cases, racism and bitterness.
I realized that’s what I’ve been struggling with. I’m trying to find my passion, the exact median between anger and apathy. For whatever reason, God has put me in a group that tends to be apathetic. But I see a little spark of hunger in them. I’m trying to find positive ways of fanning that spark.
